There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.

Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.

Success is blocked by concentrating on it and planning for it... Success is shy - it won't come out while you're watching.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.

William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.